SPECIAL UPDATE!!!!

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Hey, to all my Fangnatics

    I have great news to tell you all, the short story anthology that I'm featured in, Fantastic Worlds, is going to be released on October 8th!!  If you haven't reserved a copy yet, it's still at 25% OFF the retail price, making it only $14.99! Reserve yours today and prepare to be astonished.  

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